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Monday 21 July, 2008
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LIFE OF A GIRL

Ah! there is so gloominess where she is born,

she is as sweet as a baby corn.

Remorseful silence seems as dead end  of a sea,

love is not her cup of tea.

 

ought to be born with a curse,

life for her can never be more worse.

Every eye seems to be staring,

but there are no looks of caring.

 

her parents take her as born burden,

many a time she had to undergo sudden

changes which makes her life miserable,

which is never desirable.

 

There is no celebration where she is born,

she is treated like worn out and torn.

As she grows in this deteriorating time,

she is churned up just like chime.

 

After her teens to womanhood, she lives the most miserable life,

now she becomes someone’s wife.

She is married against her will,

and her life is now a trill.

 

The loveliest time comes when she becomes a mother,

she stops thinking about her life further.

She is now concerned about her baby,

who has made her crazy.

 

Against this she is even killed in flames of greed,

of which dowry being the main seed.

 

Or she is insecure in the society,

every eye questions her purity.

No one can understand her soul,

she has a very little role

in everyone’s life that for there greed, they are ready even to cut her with the knife.

 

Now, after so much suffering she is ready to fight,

and gain back her right.

Earlier she had a heart of pearl,

but no one understood it and just gave it a swirl.

 

She is now ready for revenge,

 now she is not going to fall in a trench.

She has learnt how to hate,

now she doesn’t believe in fate.

 

She has now taken her revenge as she had now punished

everyone who had taunted her. Everything is now finished.

She leaves this world  with a pride,

the best she could do, she had tried.

 

She is now at peace on her death bed,

with happiness of her bravery the sky is gray and red.

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